My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Just as Holmes expected, Adlia is definitely not someone who will go to work early. The essence of social animals is to go to work on time but never arrive early. If she can work overtime, she will never work overtime.

The weather is getting colder, the leaves are showing signs of decay, and there is a rustling sound when the wind blows.She put her hands in her pockets and hung her cane in her arms, and began to hesitate whether to take the path, as if she might be late if she walked so slowly.

At this time, she was walking on the street silently, and the sounds that floated into her ears included newsboys, carriages, gentlemen talking eloquently, and parents scolding children.She walked in a picture full of life, but she was tired of such a life.

While she was in a daze, one hand took off her cane.

Even without turning her head, she accurately called out the name of the person who came: "Holmes."

Sherlock hung the cane back into her arm, and he also reached out to take it: "It seems that you don't have any other friends who would make such a joke."

"That's true." It was too cold, and Adelia hadn't taken out her gloves yet, too lazy to reach out and slap his hands off, "I didn't expect you to be like a junior high school student who didn't graduate, and you had to have someone to accompany you to work .”

"It's just that you walked too slowly, and I accidentally caught up." Sherlock slowed down to walk side by side with his friend.

Adlia always felt that this person might be thinking more than what was on the surface, but she couldn't figure out why, so she simply stopped thinking about it and let her thoughts drift aimlessly in the dense fog.

Passing by a familiar place, she suddenly remembered: "It seems that I still have a handkerchief with you?"

Sherlock was stunned: "Huh?"

He remembered the handkerchief from the second meeting: "I'll return it."

"Huh?" This time it was Adelia who was puzzled.

"I put it in your pocket with a cigarette case a long time ago," Sherlock said. "Speaking of this, I want to ask you instead. I remember someone told me that he was a little afraid of dogs."

Adelia didn't feel guilty at all: "Maybe it's me."

"I am surprised by your reaction, gentleman," said Sherlock, waving his cane, and could not help laughing. "You are a little too frank."

"Because I wasn't familiar with you at that time," Adlia's expression remained unchanged, "You looked a little embarrassed at that time, and I really didn't want to get too close to you."

"I naturally understand that you were not aiming at me at that time." He squeezed her arm with a little flesh, "then the acquaintance and trust at this moment are 'aiming' at me?"

Adelia stopped walking, she turned her head to look at her roommate, and because he was half a head taller than her, she had to raise her head.

He also looked down at her.

"I'm not familiar with you."

Adlia shook her arm, shook off the man's hand, and then walked quickly to the front.

"Ha!" Sherlock laughed loudly, followed quickly, walking side by side not far or near.

The destination of the two is in the same direction, but Sherlock is farther than Adlia, so after saying goodbye, Sherlock walked on the road alone.His thoughts drifted back to Branston Hall.

In whose hand will the reins of the vicious dogs fall?

It can only be said that this Colonel Moran prays that the next crime will not fall into his hands.

His thoughts are like vines, stretching out to the corners along every road in the city.In his view, the dense fog is a cover, and in the fog, the rogue's gall is swollen, and the criminals are gearing up.

He will continue to meet this challenge.

"Mr. Holmes!"

A low, hoarse voice sounded behind him.

Sherlock looked back and saw his new friend Stilton.

Stilton and Adrian have a similar sense of distance, and despite the initiative to say hello, they still maintain a certain distance.Sherlock admired his friend's courage and talent, but faced with the same sense of distance, he didn't seem to want to break it.

"Good morning, Mr. Stilton," Sherlock paused slightly so that Stilton could follow him, "you are so early today."

Stilton walked beside Holmes, keeping a distance of about three punches: "There are fresh specimens today, and I can't wait."

"It seems that you and Hudson have a very good relationship." Without waiting for Sherlock to reply, Stilton didn't mean to exchange too many greetings, and went directly to the topic, "When he introduced you to the job, I should Thought-of."

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and quickly calmed down: "Yes, I was also quite surprised, he was able to introduce me to such a job that suits my heart."

Stilton smiled. He has always been a lonely person, and because of his own small interests, he was shunned by others.It's not easy to meet a Hudson, but I didn't expect to meet someone who is eager to learn.

"Hudson has a lot of unique knowledge, but he doesn't seem to be interested in applying it," Stilton said in a somewhat regretful tone, "I bet her knowledge of anatomy is far better than mine, and his understanding of the human body and physiology It’s like a designer is deeply involved in his buildings, but he never mentions them.”

Sherlock quietly listened to others' comments on his roommate.

Obviously, Stilton did not have the habit of talking so much at once, not to mention that he and Holmes were not so familiar.

It's just -- it seems like no one can help but trust the people that Adrian Hudson trusts.

He thought he didn't have many friends, but the relationship between the person in front of him and Hudson was really good, he...he would think about some superfluous things to some extent.

He characterized it as superfluous.

But he still said it.

"Sometimes I have an idea," he licked his dry lips, and it was a little unnatural when he said such words, "he will bring his full stomach full of whimsy and knowledge he doesn't know where he learned leave."

"If you ask him, he will answer, but he will never take the initiative to share. I know this is not hiding, he just refuses to communicate."

"Adrian is just taciturn. He doesn't like to show off his knowledge." Sherlock said, but such remarks are somewhat evasive in Stilton's eyes.

Stilton wanted to say something else, he opened his mouth, closed it again, and took a long breath: "Maybe he read books early and experienced some bad things when he was young, so Time is not firm enough..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

"Forget it, don't talk about that."

Sherlock quickly thought of Adlia's unusual reaction to Scotland Yard, but he asked in another way: "Inspector Brad?"

He was not asking about Scotland Yard, but directly at Inspector Brad.

But when he asked such a question, he was actually a little apprehensive.There are all sorts of ways he could ask a suspect or client's story, but he's a little unsure if it would be offensive to treat his roommate that way.

Stilton nodded: "Not exactly."

The answer was right in front of his eyes, but due to a strong intuition in his heart, Sherlock suddenly stopped exploring: "Maybe he will tell me."

Stilton gave a low "huh": "I always feel that it may be earlier than that, but I can't tell - I don't know what you guys have gone through, mad scientist or something, but at least he Trust you."

"He... Undoubtedly, as long as you get in touch with him, no one will hate him," Stilton paused, "he is polite, considerate, modest and low-key. The olive branch of friendship, of course, has won the hearts of many girls. But he is close to no one, no one."

Sherlock listened.

"Actually, I can be regarded as his elder compared to his friend," Stilton thought about Adlia's entry materials, "I am 12 years older than him, and I have seen him reject his teacher with my own eyes. He chose not to be a doctor but to become a researcher—Professor Parker is very famous, if he can enter his clinic, Hudson must have a bright future, but he refused."

"All his professional knowledge is to study and prepare to become a doctor, but he has never talked about it. Facing the opportunity in front of him, he chose to give up. No one knows why," Stilton concluded, "I, Parker The professor, or anyone who has come into contact with him, will feel sorry for him and be concerned about his choice, but we can't touch the reason."

"Do you still want him to be a doctor?" Sherlock was puzzled.

Stilton sighed: "I haven't had such an idea for a long time. I only hope that his choice is really from the heart-I can see that he doesn't like the laboratory."

Speaking of which, they had already reached the door of the dissection room.Sherlock was a little sad, his roommate didn't like the laboratory, and that alone must not worry Stilton.But his problem is that he doesn't seem to like anything.

—He kind of liked Genney, and seemed to like Shillings.

thought Sherlock suddenly.

It seems that Adrian can't be lazy, but let him play a role. It's better to leave the dog training to him.

Ah... Stilton said he was 12 years older than his roommate.Sherlock silently calculated his age in his heart.Doesn't that mean that he is actually older than Adrian?

Then go back and make fun of it.

The author says:

Adr has a sense of distance and tickles him; Stilton has a sense of distance and understands and respects.

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A new dungeon is coming in the next chapter, I will take a day off tomorrow to sort out the outline.

Lao Fu Lao double standards.

Continue the day after tomorrow. ?

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